Kate's Funeral

Molly:

When Farrell's car pulled up in front of Maya's little cottage, my mind became clouded at once. Maybe he was right, I may be making a mistake trying to console her. My case was like the popular saying of having a log of wood in my eyes while trying to take a stick off another person's.

"It will be alright, and remember I'm here," Farrell whispered into my ears as the car came to a halt.

The driver came down, and pulled the door open for us. Farrell got down before me, then he helped me come out of the car.

He held my hand, and walked me towards the front door. On a normal day, Maya wouldn't let the car stop, she would run out to embrace us with the widest grin on her face. But things had changed faster than expected.

I took a deep breath as Farrell pressed the button by the door to alert Maya. My heart rate increased the moment I heard her footsteps. She approached us very fast, and she pulled the door open at once.

Her once bright face was swollen, and red. My heart crumbled m